In the Wilds of AfricaKingston, William Henry Giles
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In the Wilds of Africa
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Africa -- Juvenile fiction
"Finding the day tolerably cool, though I doubt if our friends in
England would have called it so, we pushed on further south than we have
ever gone before," said Stanley. "The country, though wooded in parts,
was generally open, and we had little difficulty in making our way
across the prairie. I have never seen such large herds of buffaloes,
zebras, gnus, rhinoceroses, and giraffes. Had we been mounted, we
should have had no difficulty in coming up with them, but on foot it was
a very different matter. Often, as we got up to them, almost within
range of our rifles, they were off again, leaving us standing alone,
without a hope of overtaking them. As the sun rose higher and grew
hotter, the buffaloes and rhinoceroses retired to their coverts, as did
many of the other animals, the zebras and giraffes alone defying the
sun's rays. I now hoped, by keeping under shelter of the woods, we
might the more easily surprise some of the animals we were in search of.
Before proceeding further, however, I proposed that we should open our
wallets and dine; and having selected a shady spot under tree at a
little distance from the forest, where there was probability of our
being surprised by any prowling leopard or hungry lion, we formed our
noonday camp. We had not sat long, when Mango came in and told us that
he had seen the head of a buffalo projecting from the forest at some
little distance, and that he was sure there must be several there. I
had been so annoyed at not killing anything, that, without finishing my
dinner, I set off with Mango to try and reach the spot unobserved by our
expected prey. We at once got under shelter of the wood, and worked our
way along through the borders of the forest, hoping to get up to the
spot without disturbing the herd. Mango at length made me understand by
signs that we had now reached the place where he had seen the buffalo.
I can tell you they are very different animals from those we met with
further to the north. These are pictures of brute strength and
ferocity, their horns, short and curling, but pointed like daggers,
meeting at the roots, where they form a thick mass, serving as a helmet
to the animal. I was afraid of coming suddenly upon them, for I knew
that if startled they would be off before I could obtain a shot. Mango
was positive that we were near them. He suggested at last that we
should climb a tree, whence we might survey the neighbourhood. Finding
one, we mounted it, and when I had got a steady footing, I looked round
me, hoping to discover the animals. Not a living creature, however,
stirred. At last my companion pointed out some dark objects just seen
indistinctly through the thick foliage. They were the backs of the
buffaloes, I had little doubt. I fired, but nothing moved, and I could
not help supposing that I had mistaken some large stone for a living
creature. To settle the matter, I again loaded and fired. At the
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